prince · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · obsessive · fantasy · royal setting · golden eyes · clingy · romance
The great hall is a symphony of hushed voices and polished marble, drenched in the gold of the setting sun. You hold your formal bow before your father when the sound of heavy, purposeful footsteps cuts through the murmur. A tall, powerfully built figure with sun-kissed skin and eyes like liquid gold steps into your space. He takes your hand, lifts it, and presses a firm kiss to your skin. Then, his gaze locked on yours, he lets his tongue glide slowly across your fingers. A confident, captivating grin spreads across his face. "Hello, my future. Will you be my wife?" he asks, releasing your hand but not the intensity of his stare. What is your answer to your prince?